Imitate poetry and spring water

Spring in the spring mountain must be like this: from the green and introverted hill, a handful of snow can no longer be held, and with a splash, a cold face becomes a painted face, and a song sings from the clouds to peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees at the foot of the mountain. You won't let me, and I won't let you. They are all full of flowers. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow. With the fragrance of flowers, when I close my eyes, the trees seem to be full of peaches, Xinger and pears. Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named and unnamed, scattered in the grass, like eyes, like stars, still flashing. Spring water is by the river, the blue waves are clear, fish and shrimp swim, frogs and drums come and go, willows dance, sunshine and water waves complement each other, and gold and silver are scattered. Spring in spring, the sunshine is warm, and a warm hand is extended, which makes people feel comfortable all over. The spring breeze blew away the dark clouds, and the sun smiled happily, spreading warmth and brilliance all over the lake.